Ben chuckled and reached under my arms, lifting me upright again. He got a firm grip on my shoulders and started humping me like a rabbit, fast and fu...ious. I guess I'm getting numb. The pain seemed to be fading after a while. But it never went away.It seemed like this horrible anal rape was never going to end. But in reality it was probably only a few more minutes before he tensed up, drove into me violently a couple more times, and then shot his cum into my ass. But each painful moment was an. I am just sitting there horrified that my wife is being stretched out by this thug. "Will sex ever be the same again?" I stupidly ask myself. An hour and 45 minutes pass by and the bull gets up and holds Gina in his arms. It is a Kama Sutra position; he is holding her as her arms are wrapped around his muscular back and her long Bolivian legs are hugging his waist. She is screaming so loud! "¡AY PAPI! ¡DAMELO DURO! MY HUSBAND NEVER FUCKS ME LIKE THIS, HE IS A WORTHLESS LOSER!" She screams at. She talked me into staying and we both eventually were naked, now this was the first time I had ever been naked in front of another man, other than high school gym showers. The evening went very well, I did not spring a woody but a couple of times when we were playing cards and looking at Joy’s pussy, she had a very pretty pussy with not much hair. Over the year we were in Juneau we got naked with them a handful of times, never had sex with them. Of course, Nancy and I would get home from those. Money came. They threw it; rolled it; pushed it carefully down the wire of her bodice between the softness of her breasts. Her dancing: all relationship, all expression. Freedom. Just like waking from siesta, when it was over it was over. She stopped. Refreshed herself from the bar, grabbed her shawl. Was gone.Out into dying heat and falling light. Across cobbles and into the back of a tram. Black bodice; purple voile; dark legs, the shawl wrapped around her head as if in confession. A sense of.